Ye Qinqin couldn't resist Song's mother's insistence.

Only nodding his head.

"Okay, then I'll go to the bedroom and rest first. Come back later. ”

"Go ahead, don't be too tired." Mother Song advised.

Ye Qinqin nodded lightly.

Turn around and leave the kitchen.

——

Song Liansheng snorted lightly in his heart.

has no manners, his body is weak, and he is not qualified to match Song Shao, the flawless and noble and elegant Song family head.

"Song Liansheng, what are you going to do?"

Behind him, a surprised voice came.

Song Liansheng turned around.

looked at Song Shao, who looked surprised.

He said respectfully: "Master, I haven't prepared the stuffing yet. ”

"And what's in your hand!" Song Yuyi looked at Song Liansheng's hand, the black sesame seeds and the red chili sauce were kneaded together, and there were dots of white spots on it, which looked very disgusting.

Song Liansheng bowed his head.

His face changed, and he was black and ugly.

His eyes widened as he stared at the disgusting black, red, and white stuffing in his hand.

Just now, he was only contemptuous of Ye Qinqin in his mind, and he didn't know what he was doing at all.

"Master, I'd like to try the spicy and sweet flavors to make the filling." Song Liansheng coughed lightly, pretended to be calm, and said slowly.

Song Yuyi looked at Song Liansheng with a look of yearning.

"You love it!"

"Yes, Master." Song Liansheng smiled.

Song Yu's eyes flashed, "In that case, you eat more mooncakes that you make yourself." ”

"Yes, Master." Song Liansheng chuckled on the surface, but in his heart, he was nervous, and he wanted to throw the filling in his hand into the trash.

——

Song Yu's eyes looked around, but he didn't see Ye Qinqin's figure.

"Mom, Qinqin!" Song Yuyi asked Song's mother, who was happily wrapped in mooncakes.

"Xiao Yi, I want her to go upstairs to rest, she needs more rest now, and she can't be tired." Mother Song solemnly advised.

Song Yuyi nodded.

Qin Qin is pregnant, so she naturally needs to rest more.

"I know, Mom, I won't let her get tired."

Song Yuyi's movements are skillful, flexible, and his fingertips are flying, and he can make miniature moon cakes very quickly.

Song's mother originally wanted to help, but she watched her son Song Yuyi's movements too fast.

Let her feel like helping is not a burden.

There was something strange about her.

Just now she saw that her son Song Yuyi's movements were not fast, how could she blink an eye, the speed was as fast as a different person.

"Xiao Yi, the speed of your mooncake wrapping has become much faster." Mother Song looked at Song Yuyi unexpectedly.

Song Yuyi smiled slightly.

Secretly: With Qinqin, with you, the speed is naturally different.

He and Qin Qin made moon cakes together, the time was good, and when he was with Song's mother, it was like a twittering teacher beside him, and he couldn't wait to make it in one step.

Naturally, these words cannot be spoken.

"Mom, practice makes perfect." Song Yuyi said indifferently.

Mother Song nodded, "Yes, Xiaoyi, then you make moon cakes, tell me, and I'll go up to accompany Qinqin." ”

She clapped her hands freely and washed them clean.

Go upstairs to accompany Ye Qinqin.

——

Song Yuyi listened to Song's mother say that she wanted to go up to accompany Ye Qinqin.

Inexplicably, there is a feeling of unease.

Makes him unsettled.

"Yuyi, are your mooncakes ready!"

On the side, Song's father looked at the dough he made with a headache, and just now his son Song Yuyi ran over and taught him how to make it.

He found that the dough was in front of his son Song Yuyi, and he was in any shape he wanted to make.

In his hands, the dough is not soft or hard, and it is against him.